This is a song about "Gun to the head"

I love to pull out my gun

I pop one, you pop one

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I went to get the gun

We have nothing in common

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

They say i’m special as devin hester on fourth down

Didn't ya mom tell ya not to take the gun way,

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

I gave you the gun.. but not for your head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump